Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.